Form
Lyric poem
6 poems, newest first.
00Sunday, Nobody ComingThe house does its own noises:
the fridge, the pipes, the third stair.Waiting on a reader01There Will Come Soft RainsThere will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;Waiting on a reader02Fire and IceSome say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.Waiting on a reader03The Road Not TakenTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel bothWaiting on a reader04I'm Nobody! Who are you?I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?Waiting on a reader05“Hope” is the thing with feathers“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -Waiting on a reader